Friday, November 4, 2016

New Day's Light

Troubled at times,
by splinters
against raw wounds.
The wood has no comfort
in its grain.
I could never do
as you did.
My fear would crush me
before the first nail found flesh.

They broke bone,
infused your blood
with the fiber of the tree.
A sapling grown tall
with purpose beyond imagination.
Dark clouds hover in the sky.
The moment feels emptied of life.
Help my troubled heart
to find solace
in the new day's light.




copyright 2016 - Donald P James Jr 



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